radicalducati Chapter 286
Chapter 286
The leading guardian had a burning gaze, though there was also deep fear hidden in it.
But he forced himself to cheer up and straightened his spine, as if that spine was carrying the fate of the entire Second Holy Land.
"Give me all the Netherworld Magic Beads!"
He shouted as he strode towards the altar, and every step he took shook the bricks and stones under his feet and raised dust.
His robes rustled, showing his determination to go all out.
The other guardians were stunned when they heard the order.
There was a flash of hesitation on their faces, after all, these Netherworld Magic Beads were the foundation of their years of accumulation, survival, and strength!
Handing them over was equivalent to entrusting their lives and property completely!
Whether the future was life or death, honor or disgrace, it was all unknown!
Although their original purpose of establishing the Second Holy Land was to eventually gather all the Netherworld Magic Beads in one body one day.
But everyone wanted to be the only one!
No one wants to be someone else's wedding dress!
But seeing the energy glowing in Lu Chen's hand, the devastating pressure came like a surging tide.
Their remaining courage and will to resist were washed away, and they gritted their teeth and took action.
"Damn it!"
"It can only be like this!"
They forced out the glowing Netherworld Magic Beads from their bodies.
When those magic beads left their bodies, they carried strands of magic tail flames, as if they were reluctant to leave.
Everyone hurried to the altar, holding the magic beads in their hands and solemnly handing them to the leading guardian. Every time the magic beads touched, they made a crisp sound, as if playing a tragic and heroic song of death.
The leading guardian took the magic beads one by one, with a solemn look on his face, and placed them one by one on the altar.
As the number of magic beads increased, the light of the altar became more and more dazzling.
The originally plain and dim tabletop was illuminated by the dim light, and the mysterious runes twisted like living things, absorbing the power of the magic beads.
There was a faint ancient and majestic breath awakening in it.
It seemed to compete with Lu Chen's terrifying energy and make the last struggle for the survival of this holy land.
After losing the blessing of the netherworld magic beads, the monsters became extremely listless.
Originally surrounded by blazing black flames, the tall monsters burned and twisted the space wherever the flames went.
At this moment, the flames quickly dimmed and extinguished like a bonfire extinguished by heavy rain.
Only a few wisps of green smoke lingering on the surface of the body remained, proving that they once had such a hot and violent power.
Their bodies also shrank, and the hard iron skin became loose and wrinkled, revealing a smell of decay and decay.
The powerful arms that once could split mountains and rocks are now difficult to lift, and can only droop weakly at the side of the body. Every trembling movement is like an old man gasping for breath.
Those monsters with agile bodies, who can shuttle like ghosts in the magic fog and spit corrosive venom, are even more miserable.
The venom no longer gushes out from between their teeth, leaving only a few strings of sticky residual liquid hanging from the corners of their dry mouths.
The fierce light in their eyes disappeared, replaced by endless fear and confusion.
The movements have also become slow. In the past, they could cross a distance of several feet with one step, but now they seem to use up all their strength to move one step. Their feet are weak and swaying, as if they will fall to the ground at any time.
Without the blessing of the Nether Demon Pearl, they have become ordinary demon king-level monsters, no longer having the monstrous strength of the past.
The prestige of being domineering in the Devouring Magic Mist and making all parties fearful has disappeared.
At this moment, under Lu Chen's pressure that was like the descent of a god, they were just a group of lambs to be slaughtered, shivering and curled up among the ruins, waiting for the unknown but most likely death.
On the altar, as the Netherworld Magic Beads gathered one by one, the leading guardian began to glow with strange light.
His body was tense, his muscles bulged, and there was a faint light flickering between the textures of each muscle.
His face was twisted by pain and effort, his forehead was throbbing with veins, and sweat was pouring down.
He endured the drastic changes in his body, trying to control this gathering of majestic power, which was forged with the foundation of the entire holy land, to be the one who fought a desperate battle and turned the tide.
Nearly tens of millions of Netherworld Magic Beads entered the body, and the backlash force was like a surging black tide, rushing through the guardian's body.
It tore his internal organs and meridians wantonly.
Every inch of flesh and blood seemed to be pierced by thousands of steel needles, the pain was unbearable.
The majestic and violent energy contained in the magic bead was beyond the limit of ordinary people's endurance.
Even if an ordinary creature absorbed one, if there was no exquisite method to dissolve it, its power might burst the body and annihilate the soul.
What's more, at this moment, nearly thousands of beads were pouring in like a torrent.
If it weren't for the Second Holy Land having thatThe blessing of the mysterious magic circle that has been passed down for thousands of years can reduce 99% of the pain.
The soul will be torn apart by the dark curse hidden in the magic bead in an instant, and dissipated in the endless magic fog without leaving a trace.
Died on the spot!
But even with the blessing of the magic circle, the remaining 1% of the backlash pain is like a sharp bone-cutting steel knife, scraping back and forth in the depths of his soul.
His face was distorted and hideous.
All the facial features were moved, his eyes were wide open, his eyeballs were bulging, and bloodshot, the corners of his eyes were cracked by pain, and blood and tears flowed out;
His lips were bitten to pieces, and blood kept dripping down his chin.
His body trembled violently, and his legs could hardly support him.
He knelt down in front of the altar with a "thump", holding the edge of the table tightly with both hands.
His nails were broken and his palms were torn, but he was unaware of it. He only felt that his soul was placed in a furnace of purgatory.
The raging fire scorched, and the heat drained the vitality of his soul bit by bit, causing it to gradually weaken.
The great power that originally filled his body and supported him to cast powerful spells and resist external enemies.
At this moment, it was also disordered and out of control, running backwards in the meridians, causing the magic light around him to flicker, just like a candle in the wind.
Every backlash made his soul tremble, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and the world in front of him was spinning.
Only the flickering light on the altar and the energy ball in Lu Chen's hand that looked like the doomsday judgment became his only remaining focus.
But he still relied on the last bit of obsession and loyalty to the holy land to hold on and try to gather the power to fight back.
Even if this hope was as slim as a firefly in the dark night.
"I...can't fail!!!" He screamed through his teeth, his voice hoarse and broken.
It was like a broken gong hit by a heavy hammer, but it revealed the determination of a desperate fight.
He looked up at the sky, his eyes were full of bloodshot mixed with pain and fear, but they burned with two weak but tenacious flames, which were the fighting spirit of not being manipulated by fate and never bowing to the strong enemy.
"Foreigner, don't think you can succeed easily!"
"Uh..."
Halfway through the words, his pupils suddenly dispersed.
The whole body was instantly shattered.
Then countless netherworld magic beads popped out crazily!
Those netherworld magic beads that were originally forcibly absorbed into his body, carrying powerful power but also bringing fatal backlash.
At this moment, they were like a group of frightened birds, swarming out from his seven orifices, pores, and even every inch of his skin!
This sudden change made the other guardians stunned. They stared with wide eyes, their faces full of horror and disbelief.
"Failed... failed?"